Author's Note: I don't have anything against Jamia. In fact, I think she's pretty fucking awesome. I just had to make her a bitch so that the story would fit together.
Frank pursed his lips and leaned towards my face slowly. He pulled his arms around my waist.
"Frank stop!" I yelled.
Frank let go and looked at me with a sad glare in his eyes.
"I'm sorry I can't do this." I said and turned around.
I quickly grabbed my Silverstein sweatshirt and pulled it onto me. I zipped up the zipper and jumped out the back door of the van. My converse slapping against the pavement was suddenly the most disturbing sound to me. I turned on my iPod and spun the wheel until it landed on Miserable at Best by Mayday Parade. This song always made me cry. Why didn't I just kiss Frank, like any normal human being? Why the fuck not?! I don't know. That's the only problem. I don't know him very well. Even though I told him my deepest, darkest secret about Brandon and the vampire society, I still cannot trust him. Well, that was only my second deepest, darkest secret. My real deepest, darkest secret is still hidden in me, and I know thats why I didn't kiss Frank.
"Hey bitch." a voice came from the right of me.
I turned to see Jamia standing there with her hands balled up into a fist. Her eyes were a blood-chilling brown. I smiled a dirty smile. Jamia looked at me in horror and she began to back away. I pounced on her, grabbing her neck with my hands.
"I'll spare you. Now go away, forever." I whispered into her ear and pulled on her hair.
The second I got up, she sped away so fast, no human eye could possibly see it.
I walked down the street and it began to pour. My favorite sweatshirt was now soaking wet. Great. Light, that's what I named my iPod, decided to switch to the most heart-throbbing, pour your eyes out, depressing song ever: What Sarah Said by Death Cab for Cutie. Frank filled my thoughts, and because of my being, all my emotions were heightened then, soaring the numbing depressingness through my body like cold vodka. My eyes began to tear up. My vision became blurred and I stumbled out into the road. Sobbing sounds started bleeding from my throat as if this is the first time I have ever cryed. Bright lights appears before my eyes and I fell to my knees and banged on the road. Suddenly someone was screaming, and something hit me. I was flung backward and my head smashed to the pavement. It would have killed a person, but I'm not a person. My vision suddenly cleared as Frank was standing over me. I stood up and brushed myself off. The driver stopped his car and stood their in shock along with Frank as I walked away.
"What was that?" Frank said quietly, running after me.
"Nothing." I said in a plain, flat voice.
"No normal person could survive that, Sky. What's going on?" he said, worried.
"Maybe I'm not a normal person." I said in the same tone as before.
Frank stopped and grabbed my shoulders and shook me. He stopped and leaned very close to my face.
"What are you?" he whispered.
"Something." I answered, chills ran through me.
He stepped back.
"What are you, I said?! Does this have anything to do with why you can't be with me?!" he shouted.
"Yes." I said.
He slapped my face, hard. I was shocked. I wiped the blood of my cheek and spit at him.
"Fuck off, Iero." I spat at him again.
"Please just tell me." he pleased, grabbing my hand.
"I can't be with you because-" I said, then grabbed his face and pulled him closer.
"Because I'm a fucking vampire. Why do you think I can't die?" I stepped back and walked towards the van.
"I don't care." I heard from behind me.
"Excuse me?" I said violently and turned to Frank.
"You think you can't be with me because Brandon will kill me viciously, or turn me into a vampire. I don't care. I want to be with you." Frank said.
He walked up to me and hovered over me and grabbed my chin, pulling it towards my face.
"Now let's try this again." he whispered and smiled.
He kissed me full on the lips. It was full of passion. His warm lips sent a blush to my cheeks.
He released the kiss then pulled me into a strong hug.
We stood there like that, in the rain, for what seemed like forever.
And to tell the truth, I was glad he did that.
Vampires still do have feelings too, you know.